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Xia Xin almost wanted to run over immediately to tell Jiangli this cruel reality, but before he could run over, Fu Shiyan and Fu Lang came walking over.
"Lili is up ahead." As Fu Shiyan came over, he had already spotted Jiangli among the crowd.
Xia Xin couldn't stop him.
Fu Shiyan then led Fu Lang, "Uncle, let's go this way."
Fu Lang nodded, his severe appearance, now even more intimidating without a smile.
He followed behind Fu Shiyan, making his way through the crowd.
Xia Xin: "..."
He chose to lay flat.
Ancestor... you're on your own.
Xia Xin followed Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan inside with an expressionless face.
As soon as Wen Zishu arrived, he hooked Xia Xin's neck, looked around, and asked suspiciously, "Xia Xin, what kind of place is this? Why do I feel so weird here? What are those little mounds over there?"
Xia Xin gave up on himself, "Graves."
Wen Zishu's face stiffened. "Graves?!"